Restlessness

The feeling of being lost within the confounds of your space, you are an apparition moving from room to room trying to find a corner to call your own. Playing with comfort, trying to find your body's most restful state. A wrestling match between your thoughts and your instincts, a pillow fight of consciousness.

But what does one do when they find themselves at unease. Unable to calm the cogs that make the machine tick. The beast that bellows for stimulation, adoration, ideation, and you're left with continual contemplation.

You find something - or rather, someone. You throw your discomfort at them and hope it lands in their lap and they soak it up with no qualms. They bite your neck and pull your skin and grab your person and push it against the wall. Things are starting to feel a little bit more comfortable. Your body is feeling a bit more at ease. Let him taint your soul with passion and poison your lips with lies.